House and Wilson friendship drabbles
TITLE: House and Wilson friendship drabbles
AUTHOR: charmingsadist
PAIRING: none
RATING: pg
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Two drabbles in the P.O.V of House, about Wilson.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters.
NOTES: These are...very stupid. But they are dedicated to my friend, Sam, because she is a fan of House and Wilson... And she is my best friend, though our friendship isn't like House and Wilson's is described here... She's still my Wilson (nope, still not hitting on you.)
House's Hierarchy Of Needs
James Wilson is my best friend... My only friend. It doesn't bother me that my social circle is so limited; I have very little use for people. They waste your time, they lie to you, they use you and they screw you over. I don't want or need any of that; I have my scotch and vicodin, my piano, my bike and my medical puzzles. And I have Wilson. If told to put those things in order of greatest importance, I'd be stumped. Vicodin would probably be first on the list (though, I admit, without Wilson my supply of the drug wouldn't be so unlimited.) Maybe 'medical puzzles' would come after vicodin; the high the two give me are eerily similar. But what about my piano? Playing it relaxes me. The feeling I get when playing it resembles happiness; perhaps it would be second on the list? But then there's my motorcycle, my bike. Shifting gears, spurring it into impossible speeds, making the scenery around me turn into a meaningless blur of color and sound... It's thrilling; I'm all about thrills and highs. Scotch would be somewhere on the bottom of the list; it's great and all, but I don't need to get drunk when I can just pop a few extra vicodin... But Wilson? I don't know. He's a person, and the idea of needing a person at all is annoying...and frightening. Despite everything, I can't bring myself to put Wilson very high on that list; I can't need him, even if I do.
Wilson would definitely go before vicodin scotch.
His patients thank him when he tells them they're dying.
"It's terminal... But we can make you very comfortable. I'm so sorry."
My patients threaten me when I save their life.
"The bad news is you're an idiot and you're having an affair. The good news is, you're going to live to screw another baby sitter."
He's dedicated his life to helping people.
How do you feel?
I've dedicated mine to solving puzzles.
What are the symptoms?
He deals with his problems.
I just need some time to sort this out.
I drown mine.
I just need more vicodin.
His best friend is the person who needs him the most.
House, are you okay?
My best friend is the person who benefits me the most... and who will put up with me the longest.
I need you to write a prescription.
He'll always be there.
...So will I.